Digimon is SO not my property!
The little story Tai cooks up for Kari is something my mother used to tell me during thundershowers. It always calmed me down. So I guess that's why it's in here too.
RAIN IS WHEN THE ANGELS CRY
"I'm scared of thundershowers, Tai!" eight-year-old Kari Kamiya cried out as a slash of lightning pierced the sky. She hid her head under the blanket.
Her eleven-year-old brother Tai looked down at her from his bunk and smiled softly. "Kari, there's no need to be scared."
"Yes there is!" she wailed. "It's so loud, and scary…"
"Kari," Tai said, coming down the ladder. "Get your head out from under the blanket. I want to tell you something."
She slowly pulled the blanket back enough to show her big amber eyes. "I'm listening," she said.
"Good." Tai sat down next to her and began his story.
"Well, you see, Kari, rain is when the angels cry."
She pulled the blanket down enough to show the whole of her face. "Why do they cry?"
"They cry because the world is bad sometimes in some places," he told her. "So that is why they cry. Angels have magic tears, you know, and when they hit the ground, they make our world good again."
She sat up. "Why do we have thunder and lightning, then?"
Tai thought hard about this one. "Well…" he said slowly, "thunder is the sound of the angels fighting for the world to be good. And the lightning is something like your Angewomon's arrows. They go through the sky and fry everything that's bad. The angels send them to do good. And you like angels, right Kari?"
She smiled for the first time since the storm began, and leaned over and hugged him. "Thank you, Tai," she said. "I'm not scared anymore."
Tai smiled too. "You're welcome, Kari."
"You can go back to bed now."
"OK." Tai got off of Kari's bunk and climbed up the ladder again.
Five minutes later, a little voice whispered, "Tai?"
"What is it, Kari?"
"That shadow…it's the Boogieman!"
Tai groaned and climbed down the ladder again.